Chapter 1887: 893: Heaven Weeps Blood Rain! Reborn Through Death! (Part 2)
Chapter 1887: Chapter 893: Heaven Weeps Blood Rain! Reborn Through Death! (Part 2)
The Asura Daoist Lord…. has fallen!
Who is the Asura Daoist Lord?
The Holy Martial Emperor, the Human Emperor Chen Yuan!
Chen Yuan…. has been defeated!
In that instant, besides Moruo and Jiang He who went to join the battle, Su Ziyue, Li Suqing and Yang Huatian, who had never shown themselves, quickly started calling within the Heavenly Book.
The Great Yan was founded only a few years ago, and it unified the human world. Yet, at this most glorious moment, it suddenly collapsed, as if they had lost their backbone in that instant.
They didn’t know what to do.
“Whether the Emperor has truly fallen is uncertain, but we must prepare for the worst,” said Chu Changfeng through a voice transmission after a long silence.
“What should we do?”
“First, we must leave rapidly, hide in the shadows, and bide our time. Second, find the Empress’s whereabouts and the Crown Prince’s tracks, ensure the safety of the Emperor’s family, and prepare for the future.
Third, this matter cannot be disclosed to anyone. From today, cast aside your past glories and luxuries.”
As the former commander of the three armies, Chu Changfeng’s capabilities surpassed those of Li Suqing and Yang Huatian. In Chen Yuan’s uncertain life and death, with Jiang He and Moruo trapped in dire battles, he had to take on the role of the backbone.
Even if not for the deep friendship with Chen Yuan, the whole world knew of the existence of the Taoist Divine Palace; their fates were intertwined.
If Chen Yuan really perished, the subsequent inevitable collapse of the Great Yan Dynasty would then lead to a pursuit of the Taoist Divine Palace, and despite the Immortal Domain looming, hope for survival was slim.
But they couldn’t give up.
Even if they were to die, it must be a worthy death!
“I am already prepared for this eventuality,” Yang Huatian said with a smile.
“Let it be as you say….”
After a long silence, Li Suqing also responded.
…
In Divine Capital City, civil and military officials gathered together, and the Immortal Sect nobility converged as well. Some came because of Chen Yuan’s previous summons, others because they saw the commotion in the void.
Inwardly terrified, all were seeking a backbone.
Confused and discussing without end, their panic was plainly evident.
At this moment, only a few remained composed, such as the Palace Master of Taixu Immortal Palace, Tianxu Taoist, the Palace Master of Biyou Immortal Palace, Zhao Danqing, Shushan’s Sect Leader, Ling Xu Taoist, and Wudang Mountain’s Sect Leader, Song Yingqiao.
Four Sect Leaders gathered, exchanging glances, each displaying their own demeanor.
But without exception, their expressions were somewhat grave.
“The national destiny of Great Yan is beginning to unravel. Everyone…. what should we do, come up with a plan.” Song Yingqiao was the first to speak, saying solemnly.
“The Emperor gathered the national destiny and ascended the throne, and now the national destiny is unraveling; there can be only one possibility….” Tianxu Taoist left his words unfinished, but everyone understood what he meant.
The Human Emperor has fallen, and the national destiny collapses!
“Don’t be too conclusive,” the always silent Ling Xu, Sect Leader of Shushan, suddenly said; he looked at Tianxu, continuing:
“The Human Emperor is an extraordinary figure in a millennium, favored by the Heavenly Dao. Since entering the Martial Arts path, he has been invincible, overcoming countless life-and-death crises unscathed.
I mean no other intentions, just hope everyone can think clearly.”
Ling Xu didn’t know if Tianxu, Zhao Danqing, and others had developed any inappropriate thoughts, after all, the Human Emperor led the Dynasty and all the immortals in the human world against the Immortal Domain.
Now the world is in a vacuum period, with Yang God True Monarch at the top.
If they had some ideas, it seemed normal.
However, Shushan was declining, and too deeply bound with Chen Yuan, betting too heavily. If any chaos arose, Shushan would bear the brunt, so regardless of whether others had any thoughts,
He had to stifle those entirely.
Ling Xu’s words carried an implication, and upon their fall, everyone remained silent, exchanging glances; suddenly Tianxu laughed softly:
“Ling Xu’s words are too heavy, we dare not harbor any evil thoughts. The Emperor has treated us with towering grace; how could we allow such thoughts to arise? Moreover, the great enemy of the Immortal Domain is before us.
What we mean is, we should come up with a plan to prevent further chaos in the world.”
“Tianxu’s words hold true.”
“Heh, that would naturally be best….”
…
At this moment, not only were matters being discussed with Tianxu and the others in the same vein, many throughout the land were having similar thoughts, from Yang God True Monarchs to Core Realm masters, many had subconscious notions at this moment.
Chen Yuan indeed was gracious and powerful over the world, but his grace was for the common people, the might was for the Jianghu martial artists, with his unmatched strength, unrivaled prestige, and the majesty of a founding Emperor,
He naturally compelled everyone to bow obediently.
𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚
But what if one day, the Human Emperor fell?
Not just the Human Emperor, what if all immortals in the world fell?
The boulder weighing down everyone’s hearts shattering might naturally lead to some thoughts, though everything is still stable now, who could predict that turmoil wouldn’t occur in the future?
The Human Emperor dies, and the world collapses!
This is the true portrayal, as the Great Chu Dynasty was founded too late to instill bone-deep fear in everyone; in simple terms, its foundation… was too shallow.
Of course, that applies to only a small part.
The vast majority, as Chen Yuan fell, were filled with an inner unrest and a sense of sorrow rising in their hearts, especially many common folk.
They knelt, crying on the ground, driven by emotion.
They didn’t know why they cried, but it was heartfelt grief.
Above the Central Plains and over the entire human world, at this moment, seemingly echoing the human world, torrential black clouds suddenly poured down rain.
Some caught the rain in their hands, and they could see it was crimson.
The sky weeps blood rain…. human grief.
…
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What does death taste like?
Previously, Chen Yuan did not know, nor was he interested, as he was always the one sending others on their way, completely unable to experience it, but now he felt he understood.
First, the consciousness began to gradually dissipate, then a coldness from the heart swept through his body.
From killing to being killed.
Chen Yuan was prepared for this, so although a little unwilling, he was also helpless.
As his consciousness gradually dissipated, in the process of the gradual dissipation, images of the past rapidly flashed before Chen Yuan’s eyes.
But this time, the past was somewhat different.
He saw himself executing opponents and seizing their Qi Fortune.
Ping’an County’s Tie Shou, Chen Ping’an.
A child of the Ren Family in Nanling Prefecture, and Liu Changkong, eldest son of the Liu Family.
Miao Renfeng before the temple on a rainy night, the Blood Demon elder of Qingshui County.
Yagyu Shinya who came to him, Yunjiang’s so-called Dragon God.
The high Emperor Jingtai, Great Chu’s Crown Prince who plotted for centuries, Xiang Qianqiu.
Northern Barbarians’ Huang Ji, Western Regions’ Buddha, Southern Border’s Demon Emperor….
All these scenes unfolded before him.
Gradually, he seemed to see a sea forming of Qi Fortune light, boundless to the eye, exuding an aura beyond comparison; he too blended into it.
Like a Qi Fortune dragon roaming, moved accordingly.
He didn’t know how long it had been in the outside world, but at this moment, it felt incredibly slow.
The azure dragon soared across space; finally, once more, he saw the Qi Fortune Altar, clearer than ever before, its blood-colored patterns vivid.
The corner of the shattered altar, with a dark abyss, like a dragon’s mouth, gaping towards him.
It seemed poised to devour him.
Chen Yuan’s muddled consciousness seemed to grasp something.
He had slain dozens of Qi Fortune’s children, devoured Qi Fortune dozens of times, accumulating an unimaginably immense Qi Fortune, and now… he was dead.
Qi Fortune, without an owner, surged towards the altar.
Sacrificing himself, living anew through death.
Chen Yuan didn’t know what would happen as the Qi Fortune surged into the altar; perhaps it would just be devoured, perhaps it would be obtained by Taihao Immortal Venerable, or maybe…. it was his last chance.
By offering his own Qi Fortune, what could he achieve this time….?
He felt a bit apprehensive but more than anything, anticipatory!
After all, in true comparison, who…. could have more Qi Fortune than him?